August 3, 2012

• July Round-Up

  I have been so busy doing I'm not even sure what, that I haven't had much time to come online. In fact, I not only have not been updating my xanga, but I haven't been checking my emails, nor posting on my book review blog.. and I'm supposed to do that five days a week! I have managed to get up one or two posts thanks to @Karoline1982 who has been doing the actual book reviews for me. I have just been quickly putting up the author interviews I had already written up. 

  I think part of the problem is that I'm spending nearly ten hours per day, three to five days a week, on the computer. I do not know how other people do it in their office jobs, because my eyes KILL before the day is even done. Needless to say, work is making me not want to come home and go on MacLappy. 

  The good news is that I have finally been given a couple new assignments to work on, after spending three weeks on the same one. I was proofreading this really interesting textbook, and I keep getting distracted and end up reading the dratted thing. I am also learning something new, as I will eventually be doing work to do with text-to-tablet stuff. I think that will be really fun! But because I was given these two new assignments, I am now behind on the previous one that I was two weeks ahead on 

  With all that I have been doing, I have not been having rehearsals. Right after the theatre picnic, our director was ill. Everyone thought it was just heat stroke at first, but he kept getting worse until he landed in the hospital. They admitted him for a few days because he had a severe case of pneumonia  Thankfully our director is on the mend, but still not doing so great as yet. 

  That is not to say I have not been doing anything entertaining as I went to the movies not too long ago. I happened to noticed that a girl I was in South Pacific with (two years ago) wanted to see the same movie I did, but also did not want to go alone. I jumped right in to say I would come, as did another girl who was in the play with us. I should have done my research a little better because all I knew was that the movie was inspired on the lead actor's life and had hawt guys without shirts... Well, Magic Mike had a lot more than muscled chests and six-pack abs showing! 

  While drooling and sighs of admiration did occur, there was the added bonus of discovering that these two ladies, another cast-member, and some others have a book club. They don't start back up until September, but I was totally invited to join! It is one book a month and they take turns meeting at each other's houses. I've always wanted to be in a book club!

  My cousin came to visit this past weekend. She tries to come this way to see our grandparents and the other aunts and cousins who live down here. T apparently came down and stayed at G&Gs the first day, went on what she thought was a day trip with an aunt to another aunt's cottage to see the aunt and cousins but ended up staying the night, came back the next day to hang out with me where we went to visit two other aunts and a cousin. 

  I also did something else rather fun the same weekend, but I'll write about that later once I get the photos off my dad's camera. I'll only hint that it was myself and my parents and pure torture!

  Just to finish things, I'll add a bit about another weird dream I had. The setting alternated between a cottage that was my Nana's but didn't look like the real one, and what was either a hotel or a really posh apartment. At the cottage there was myself, Sunnie, and two others on the back porch when a wildcat jumped onto it with us. The other three ran for the back door which was closest, but had to deal with not being eaten by the cat and getting inside without the cat also entering. I ran around to the front door to enter that way and hoped that the cat wasn't following me. Oddly enough I could see what both what the others were doing at the back of the cottage, and what my dream self was doing around the side to the front of the cottage. 

  Then I was in the posh place going down the elevator. I kept thinking that I should have taken the stairs because elevators are freaky. It was a really big elevator that had a division down the middle making it two elevators, but you could hear the people on the other side of the tinnish divider wall. The two girls on the left side were having hysterics, or rather one was because the other girl vanished. I was talking to a guy who I think might have been Ryan from high school, when he disappeared too. When I got off the elevator and stepped into the hall (which was all pure white), I looked back into the elevator trying to figure out where R went, when he appeared behind me and still talking. 

  Back at the cottage S and I are having a sleepover, when my ex-bf from high school was there (I can't recall why he said he came). I think another guy was there with him off and on, maybe a brother or a best friend. The guy was sometimes there and sometimes not, but it was still normal cuz it was a dream *shrug* While J was there doing whatever, he was also hinting at wanting to possibly try dating again (he's the one who it was just bad timing that caused our breakup, rather than anything else). We'd hold hands and gaze adoringly at each other, et al, while talking to the others or whatever J was there to do. S, however, didn't think we should try again since we had dated before, but it was really because she kind of wanted J for herself. We ignored her and were considering working things out. 

  I was somehow back upstairs at the apartment/hotel -as I had been going to the lobby before- and people were there looking at my movie and book collection. Everything was set up like it was a rental store or library though I don't know if people were going to be able to borrow anything or if they could just look at my things like it was a museum. The room was white on white with white display shelves and everything... and I was talking to R again, as well as other people who had questions about my stuff. 

  There was more to this dream I am fairly certain, but that is all I can remember from it AND my dratted alarm woke me up which interrupted my dreaming. If anyone wants to try to interpret it, have a go!  

  SUMR

   

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